So once I was waiting to use the bathroom - all the stalls were locked and there were three urinals total. Leo was using the right one and another guy was using the one of the left, leaving only one in the middle open. Now when it comes to the bathroom etiquette I'm generally a considerate man, so I decided to wait until one of them finished, because most folk prefer not to brush against each others shoulders when pissing . Alas, they were taking too long and my need was pressing. Reluctantly I approached the only urinal available. When I was within about three feet of my intended destination, Leo's head suddenly jerked to the left and his eyes darted across his shoulder, as that of a deer that heard a branch crack under a predator's foot. Within one second flat his pants were up, belt buckle clasped, his determined gate propelling him toward the exit.
As I stood at there, unwinding my bladder from its critical capacity, I reflected on what would compel Leo to react so suddenly and surely leave piss stains all over his underwear - for I was quite certain that he spent no time on a proper shake off. Does he have micturating inhibitions? Did he think I'd take a peek and was concerned that the humdrum reality would not live up to my expectations? Or perhaps he's sporting a kielbasa so thick it'd make Ron Jeremy blush, but being a thoughtful man he doesn't want to give people any more reasons to be jealous of him? In any case, I don't think he deserved that Oscar.